Tom Riddle

You'd always been a hyperactive person. You loved moving, talking, dancing. You always had energy.

And you were completely different from your boyfriend, Tom, he was quiet and serious, and he often wondered how he fell in love with you.

When you'd been dating for two years, he once had a really stressful day, but you didn't notice and started talking and teasing him playfully. But he couldn't take it anymore and snapped at you.

He told you that if you continued being so loud and immature, he would leave the relationship there, because you had already become unbearable.

This was obviously a hard blow for you, so you decided to stop doing all those things, gradually losing that sparkle in your eyes.

Tom realized your change over time, at first it was a relief, but then it was almost torture.

You were in his room, reading next to him while he did his homework, but he wasn't comfortable. Whenever he studied, you would sit on his lap and do whatever you wanted, but not now. And that was killing him.

"Get in." He said, and slapped one of his legs twice.